William Shatner and I are sitting inside of a College sport's team office. He is behind the head desk and is in charge of a college football team. We are talking over the coming game, and William is showing me a large piece of card stock paper that displays both the teams football helmets with the letters VS. directly between them. The opposing teams helmets are white and their logo is three large letters on the side of the helmet. William Shatner wants to put their schools letters on the side of hid team's helmet as well. It is at this point that I know that William is making all this extra effort because this is his son's school. William was able to easily get the job, because he is a famous movie start and the school is a small private school. Because the school is a private school it does not have three letters for its school name but four. I can remember the letters being FLCC. Not only are their too many letters for the helmet, but William's font for the lettering is terribly desperate looking. Rather than making the letters solid as the other teams, he has boarded each of the black letters with a large white boarder, followed by another thin board of black around that. The font just screams out, “ I am from a private college!” I tell William I don't like the Font. We both agree that the letters are too much and the font as well. We are both just sitting in contemplation in the office. I than suggest the William that he should use the “ number of times viewed” numbers from his viral youtube video of him kicking that guy in the face with a round house. My dream than shows me a video from youtube channel screen of a very young William Shatner wearing a white komodo ,being backed up to a wall by three other men wearing black komodo's. One of the men tries to bull rush William running from the bottom left corner of the screen to Williams right hand side. The man is on only on his third step when Shatner's round house meets him powerfully across the side of his face. The man's body goes limp instantly after the hit and he falls forward in his motion and straight to the ground. The video ends and I look at the number of times viewed 6, 078, 582.
I say that art work is a self portrait. But all artwork has a audiences, that can be as small as one and as large the whole world. We see their faces flash before our eyes the second we create the idea. Art begins with a idea. And the audience is often born right beside the idea. Imagine the most wonderful party you are going to throw. It is a log cabin next to a lake, you have it for a day and night. Already my mind is filling the cabin with my friend's band who will be throwing a secret show in the woods and everyone will be dancing. I already know who I want to be there at the log cabin in the woods. Life has a audiences. Life is art, because life is a self portrayal. But when we separate the audience from the artwork we loose the passion we have for the dream to create. When you are living your life who do you wish to see it?
I am at a critical point inside the book I am currently reading. The story is on a American Colonel in the days when George Washington is still in waiting to accept his position as The United States first President. The Colonel leads a attack that takes the British off guard in Kentucky. He inspires his army of volunteer backwoods men to enlist in the militia army longer so that freedom can gain its strength to take its course. He expresses a fear in the Constitutional Congress to act in their affairs with passion. He is correct in his assumption, his victory takes effect, but not one of the volunteers is compensated. The Volunteers find open hands for needs, but no support after they help. Years later the Colonel is left with no name for himself, but inside of him still burns the fires of war. Since his actions were not rewarded, he turns back to his initial actions to reward himself with a thrill of life. Fifteen years later he has accepted a commission from the French to take back New Orleans from the current French Government for the Peoples Republic of France. He is hurt by America and is turning wild eyed to a country and a people he knows little to nothing about. The promise to him is that he will be rewarded and that all people will be treated as they desire. It is a heart sinking story, to hear of passion gone off course.
The book is " " The Crossing" Winston Churchill
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